Mac and Tony thought the hard part was over. They’re
together openly as a couple, sharing a home and building a life with their two kids. It’s what
they dreamed of. But daughter Anna struggles with the changes, Ben
is haunted by old secrets, Mac’s job in Homicide still demands too much of his time, and
Tony is caught in the middle. It’ll take everything these men can give to create a viable
balance between home and work. Especially when life refuses to give them a break.
(This is a lightly edited rerelease of the 2012 original
About the Author
I get asked about my name a
lot. It’s not something exotic, though. “Kaje” is pronounced just like “cage” – it’s an old
nickname, and my pronouns are she/her/hers. I’ve been writing far longer than I care to
admit (*whispers – forty-five years*), although mostly for my own entertainment. I write
M/M romance, often with added mystery, fantasy, historical, SciFi, paranormal… I also have
Young Adult short stories (some released under the pen name Kira Harp.)
After decades of writing just
for fun, my husband convinced me I really should submit something, somewhere. My first
professionally published book, Life Lessons, came out in May 2011. I now have a good-sized
backlist in ebooks and print, both free and professionally published, including Amazon
bestseller The Rebuilding Year and Rainbow Award Best Mystery-Thriller Tracefinder: Contact.
A complete list with links can be found on my website “Books” page at https://kajeharper.com/books/.
There are a few things Nolan Ouellet has come to accept
about himself. One: that his future with the NHL was irrevocably
destroyed thanks to his reckless actions as a teenager destroying his knee. Two: that he will never fall in love because the very
idea of it sends his skin crawling. Three: he will bed as many NHL players as humanly
possible before he retires his game. And four: he will never apologize for who he is and
what he wants. Then two men come barreling into his life and turn
everything he knows upside down. He still won’t play for the NHL, and he still won’t
change who he is because he’s fought too long and too hard to accept his identity. But
suddenly his future is starting to look a little different than he originally
planned. And that scares the absolute hell out of
him. When he met Marko Rudenko and Luka
Wagner—two veterans of the Denver Huskies—they were supposed to be a game, just like
everyone else. But now all he can think about is how to keep them around without
compromising the person he’s become and ruining the love Marko and Luka have for each
“Is there going to be a fight?” Nolan asked.
The guy scoffed, glancing at him. “Worse. Hockey
Nolan’s heart rammed against his chest. Not that it could
possibly be Marko or Luka, but he hadn’t seen or spoken to either of them since the
awkward incident at the rink. He hadn’t even been letting himself think about it.
He swallowed thickly. “They come in here a lot?”
“Every once in a while,” the guy said, then lowered his
voice. “Mostly because it’s the furthest thing from a sports bar so no one’s going to notice if
they take someone home.”
Nolan heard that for the warning it was: keep your mouth
shut. The guy might not love having professional athletes in his bar, but he also knew it was
good for business.
He forced himself not to look, bowing over his drink. “Tell
me when it’s safe to escape, and close out my tab.”
“Actually, put his drink on ours.”
Nolan’s entire body froze.
Fuck. Fucking shit fuck shit.
He would have recognized Luka’s voice even if he was
concussed and under water. His throat went tight, but he tried to offer something like a
smile, though given how wide Luka’s eyes were behind his glasses, he realized he was
His heart sank even lower when another body slid up
against Luka’s and stared him down. “You don’t answer call or text. We think maybe you
Yeah, okay. He did kind of deserve that. He’d just left Marko
hanging like an asshole, and the guy didn’t deserve it. But he also didn’t deserve Nolan’s
mess when it was obvious Marko and Luka were both capable of a love that straight up
repulsed Nolan down to his core.
“You know these guys?” the bartender asked. He crossed
his arms over his chest in a protective way, and Nolan felt a pulse of affection for the total
“No. We don’t know him. He’s total weirdo who stalk us,”
Luka elbowed him hard. “Stop being an asshole. Yes, we
Nolan sighed and gave a nod. “Old friends. In fact, put their drinks on my tab. Get them each one of these,” he said, tapping his
Both Marko and Luka started to protest, but the bartender
ignored them both with a shrug and walked off to fill the order.
“Why you being child?” Marko demanded.
“Pretty sure a child couldn’t afford a twenty-six-dollar glass
of bourbon for his two friends,” Nolan fired back.
Luka’s brows shot up, and he shoved his glasses higher up
on the bridge of his nose. “Why the fuck are you drinking that?”
“Because it tastes amazing,” he said. And because I can afford it now thanks to a slew of online
strangers who pay me to shove dildos up my ass. But he wasn’t going to say that part aloud as tempting as it was. “You don’t want
As if summoned, the bartender arrived with three new
glasses, and Nolan took his, watching the other two out of his periphery. Marko showed no
hesitation when snatching up his, but Luka was a little more hesitant.
“It’s not poisoned,” Nolan grumbled.
Marko sighed, then hip-checked Luka out of his way and sat
on the wooden stool. It groaned under his impossibly thick layers of muscle, and Nolan tried
not to stare at the way his arms flexed as he laid one on the bar top and used the other to
lift his glass to his mouth.
“Okay, we talk about weird moment, or we just get drunk
and pretend it never happen?”
Nolan didn’t think the fucker was just going to come out
with it like that. Guilt slammed into him as he looked over at Luka and wondered if this was
some sort of confrontation because Nolan had flirted with them both and gotten a little too
close to Marko recently. He swallowed down another delightfully spiced mouthful of
“Should I get drunk for this conversation?”
“Looks like you’re already halfway there,” Luka pointed out.
He wedged himself between Marko and Nolan, leaning his elbow on Marko’s shoulder in a
gesture that telegraphed they were together.
As they should be, Nolan thought bitterly, but he wasn’t
feeling particularly generous considering how badly he wanted them both. “Yeah, well. I
came here to drink my feelings.”
“Mm. You should try feelings burritos,” Marko said. “Is
much better. No hangover.”
“Nah, just burrito farts,” Luka said, then laughed when
Marko rolled his eyes. “Please, you know it’s true. There’s a reason we don’t sleep together
when you and Ravi have burrito night.”
Nolan felt his ears go red, and he had to look away. He
didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with him because, for an aromantic asshole, he loved
watching the people he cared about living their best lives. So why did it force bile up his
throat to think about losing these two to each other?
They wanted things that made his skin crawl.
He jolted slightly when warm fingers touched his wrist, and
he took a breath before he returned his attention to the two men. “I’m still firmly team
“Are you still team Luka and Marko?” Luka asked so quietly
Nolan mostly had to read his lips over the music.
He swallowed heavily. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Because you stop talking to me,” Marko said, his booming
voice rising over the music. “We have moment, then you just leave. And then”—he sucked in
air through his teeth—“nothing.”
About the Author
E.M. Lindsey is a non-binary
writer who lives in the southeast United States, close to the water where their heart
The Lady’s Horsemen
are riding out once more. Carrying death’s scythe to where tormented souls
But what awaits them in
a world where divine magick has returned?
The Lady’s Horsemen are riding out once more. Carrying
death’s scythe to where tormented souls linger.
But what awaits them in a world where divine magick has
Pitch is recovered from the injuries he received in the
Forest of Dean, and Silas won’t soon forget the part he played in setting his guardian back on
The ankou and the daemon have been reunited in a most
unexpected and intimate way, but barely have they caught their breath when a new threat
A tortured spirit is frightening both the living and the dead
along the roads of Devon.
But is this soul a monster that must be stopped, or another
pawn in the necromancer’s mysterious game?
With Azazel’s magick re-emerging after hundreds of years,
maleficium plagues the world once more. But who is wielding the forbidden arcane magick
of the angels?
Do they work alone?
And why are they so intent on harassing the Lady’s
Silas has never felt stronger, or more determined to live up
to the Order’s high expectations. He’s faced the walking dead, outwitted the enchanted Hall,
and gained an ally in the skriker.
But he’s not sure he’s equipped to handle his growing
attraction to a troubled daemon.
And Silas fears that getting any closer to Pitch and his tragic
secrets may prove as dangerous as the monsters they are riding to face.
Excerpt from ‘The Bandalore-Pitch & Sickle Book One’
A rather pretty gentleman, sharp featured, pale and fine,
stepped into the room with a flourish of raised hands. His tousled light brown hair was wild
about his shoulders, and his eyes so green it was as though emeralds had been pressed into
the sockets. ‘Let the amusements begin…or should I say…continue.’
His velvet coat, a red almost as bold as the woman’s lips,
was unbuttoned, revealing a black shirt with a silver brocade of Chinese dragons upon it. An
elaborate ruffling of silk tumbled from the collar and covered a good portion of his chest. His
choice of trousers was equally curious, a rather outdated fall-front style in black silk.
The baron groaned, but his smile was ever-present. ‘Good
god, man, we thought you two would never be done.’
‘Perfection takes time, does it not?’
‘Take your seat, you rascal, and stop your showmanship, at
least just for a moment.’
Silas scratched his right palm absently, attempting to stymie
the prickle. Like many things about himself he wasn’t certain of his age, his late twenties was
likely, much the same as the man who had just swept into the room.
Mr Astaroth tilted his head, pursing lips that held a near-
perfect Cupid’s bow. ‘Am I to stand aside so another showman can perform?’
‘Exactly,’ the baron declared.
As Mr Astaroth made his way to his seat with his
companion, he had a notable effect on those in attendance. The ladies all at once seemed
incapable of deciding how they should adjust their gowns upon their seats, and the men
were equally as fidgety. All of them were fixated on Mr Astaroth’s procession across the
room. The man had not spared Silas a glance yet, even when he was deriding him, and Silas
had no issue with that at all. He was not sure he’d enjoy the pierce of those green eyes upon
him. But he could not deny there was indeed something mesmerising about the lad, the
sway of his hips, the coiled tension in his body that gave the impression he might suddenly
leap unannounced in any direction.
Mr Astaroth stopped to take a glass of champagne from the
tray offered by a somewhat flustered young footman. The liquid wobbled in its crystal
confines, and the boy’s eyes darted so quickly between the floor and the man before him, it
was as though he’d lost control of his eyeballs.
‘Thank you, kind sir. What a wonderful job you do.’ Mr
Astaroth’s smile was discomfortingly suggestive, his whispered appreciation of the boy’s
offering far too intimate, and the serving boy nearly stumbled over his own feet to move
Mr Astaroth was slender, not remarkable in height, and the
angles of his face were delicate to the point of being feminine, but he held a presence that
quite overwhelmed the room. Silas’s gaze moved down the length of the man’s body to his
feet. He wore heeled boots, which meant he was shorter than first impressions allowed. The
glean of polished leather distracted Silas from what became startlingly obvious a moment
later. He tensed and closed his eyes a second, as though that might change things. But alas it
was not to be.
The ground at Tobias Astaroth’s feet held no
Whoever this man was, he was not, for all intents and
purposes, human. Silas took hold of the arms of the chair, filled with the sudden desire to
depart. No one had thought to instruct him on an encounter such as this.
‘Stop frightening the help and get your arse on a chair,’
declared the bespectacled man at Silas’s left. ‘We know how you hate to have attention
diverted from you, so do try and behave, Pitch old boy.’
Evidently the group knew the man well enough to have
endowed him with a nickname. Silas could only imagine its origins.
‘Oh Brenton,’ Victoria, Mr Astaroth’s companion, said. ‘As
far as I’m concerned, Tobias has been on his best behaviour all evening.’ She had taken her
seat and leaned her elbows upon the table, utterly at ease.
‘Thank you, my dear,’ Mr Astaroth said. ‘You are as sensible
as you are extremely talented in the art of, what were we calling it? Tarot reading.’ He tilted
his glass towards her before turning to Silas. The air quite vanished from Silas’s lungs
beneath the daggers of his emerald stare. ‘How very nice to make your acquaintance, Mr
Mercer. I do hope we are in for a wonderful show.’
Book 5 – Coming Soon – October 20,
The Fulbourn – Pitch & Sickle Book Five:
The Diabolus Chronicles
When the King of
Daemonkind comes to call, be ready for hell to follow.
After Lucifer’s disturbing visit, the quest to destroy the Blight takes on a desperate urgency.
Finding Lieutenant Edward Charters is paramount.
But what role does a mortal man play in Seraphiel’s dangerous game?
The angel has sent Pitch a talisman from beyond the grave, a seemingly innocuous watch
that may be the key to ending the Watcher King’s dark legacy. But to learn its secret Pitch
and Silas must find the man intended to carry it.
As the search for the lieutenant begins, the Horsemen find themselves gifted with
something more precious than any angelic token. An evening of unexpected freedom.
A night that will deepen their intimacy and bring long-stifled feelings to the fore.
But what price will they pay for choosing breathless pleasure over rigid duty?
The Morrigan have not forgiven the destruction at the greensward. They are prepared to do
whatever it takes to rid themselves of the Horsemen and heed the Watcher King’s ghostly
The Fulbourn is Pitch and Silas’s greatest threat yet.
A place that will drive them into the depths of their most terrible fears and seek to tear
They are closer than ever before but will that fragile new bond be
enough to save them?
Or have the daemon prince and his ankou found the nemesis that will destroy them once
and for all?
The Diabolus Chronicles is a slow-burn MM Gaslamp
Fantasy series that contains on-page sex scenes, gore and violence, and rather a lot of
This is the fifth book in the on-going series.
About the Author
Danielle K Girl is an Aussie who lives in stunning Tasmania with
her three furkids, cats Luffy, Sweetie and Ren.
Her idea of heaven is a farm full of rescue animals, with a
vegie garden that sprouts peanut M&M’s and chocolate wheaten biscuits.
When she’s not keyboard-deep in mysterious, beguiling
worlds, she is binge watching K-Dramas, listening to K-Pop or hiking through the beautiful
Since she broke up with me, I get my needs met any time I
want, without putting my heart on the line. Exactly how I like it.
But when she is called overseas and leaves me with our
child, my bachelor lifestyle ends faster than you can say, “Daddy, I want a pony.”
I need help.
Problem is, help’s come in the form of an incredibly hot
Who is much younger than me.
And also … a guy.
I watch Scott care for my kid and can’t help feeling like he
clicks into place in her life.
When he looks at me, though … I get an entirely different
feeling. One that makes me long for things I can’t have.
Unmanageable is a contemporary m/m age gap romance
about a starry-eyed nanny who wants hot-air balloon rides and singing telegrams and a
grumpy single dad who most definitely does not.
I wish I had Murph’s confidence. Before that dustup with
Edsel, I was positive he was the one, but now my optimism has left me, never to
“What do I do while I’m waiting for ‘the one’? And how do I
solve my money issues?” My voice cracks. “I might lose my place.”
“How can I help?” He bites his lip. “Do you need to borrow
“No.” My tone comes out much more forcefully than I
intend. But hell no. “I’m not getting into more debt, especially not to a friend. I just need to put
my job search into hyperdrive. I have to get myself a job that pays more than the greeting
“Now, that’s a solvable problem.” Murph’s eyes
light up, and he claps. “What do you want to do for work? What skills do you have?”
He glares at me. “You have to be good at
“Well, I’m very good at arranging romantic dates, but that’s
not exactly a salaried position.”
He tilts his head to the side. “You could be a wedding
I scratch the back of my neck. “Actually, that’s not a bad
idea.” My shoulders slump. “But I don’t know how to break into that business. And I need
“Who needs money fast? You’re still job hunting?” A body
hovers over us, and I look up to see my friend Jeremy Everett. After he and I got a tiny bit
sauced one night here at V and V, he adopted me as a member of his booklover gang. Like
Murph, Jeremy’s a force of nature, only he’s a bit more reformed fuckboi and a bit less
princess. He runs a hand through his halo of dirty-blond hair. “You could sell plasma. Or
“Hey,” I say, scooting over in the seat to let him in. “And,
“I’m not gonna judge,” Jeremy says, holding up his hands.
“You gotta do what you gotta do.”
“Even if I were desperate enough to bring the product of
my ham candle to market, I’m pretty sure I don’t want to pass on my genetic material. The
recipient might end up in as dire straits as me.”
your ham candle?” Murph and Jeremy say at
the same time.
Shrugging, I hide my smile.
They burst out laughing, and then Murph clucks his tongue.
“I’ve had about enough of ‘Bag on Scottybear’ time. No more, okay? We’re problem
“Fine.” I grimace. “Just no, uh, dissemination of my, um,
semen. For profit. I mean, I don’t have a problem with it, but it’s not for me.”
They crack up again, and now we’re getting looks from
around the bar. Vino and Veritas is all chatter and good vibes, but there is a point where you
can be a little too loud. We might be getting there.
“Do you have to get back to work?” I ask Murph.
He checks his phone. “I have a couple minutes left of my
break. And this is more entertaining than that time Jason and Tai lost bets to me and
Emmett and had to stand on the street corner across from city hall in Speedos holding signs
that said, ‘Love me, love my Nantucket Nad Bucket.’”
Jeremy raises his eyebrows. “I missed that one.”
“You did,” Murph and I say together.
About the Author
Leslie McAdam is a California
girl who loves romance and well-defined abs. She lives in a drafty old farmhouse on a small
orange tree farm in Southern California with her husband and two children. Leslie’s first
published book, The Sun and the
Moon, won a 2015 Watty, which is the world’s
largest online writing competition. She’s gone on to receive additional literary awards and
has been featured in multiple publications, including Cosmopolitan.com. Her books have
been Top 100 Bestsellers on both Amazon and Apple Books. Leslie is employed by day but
spends her nights writing about the men of your fantasies.
Gorgeous movie star, workaholic, and the ultimate laid back, can’t-help-but-love-him kind of guy.
Oh, did I mention gorgeous?
But the reason I, Westley Lee, hid my attraction to the man was two-fold.
I loved my job. As his personal assistant, he depended on me and I’d come to crave being wanted by him, even though it wasn’t exactly as I imagined. Also, being part of his life, even in the peripheral, was better than not being with him at all. And while it screamed desperation on my part, every intimate thought I had about him was locked in the recesses of my mind as I kept up appearances.
Until one night changed everything.
Seeing Spencer in pain crumbled all the walls I’d built between us to protect my heart. And in a moment of pure weakness, he saw through my barriers and I was unable to keep him in the dark about my feelings.
But will we find our happily ever after when a threat endangers our entire future?
The downside, or sinful temptation as I defined it, of living behind the man and being involved in everything from having groceries delivered, overseeing the few household staff he employed on a part-time basis, and having full access to his house and his finances was my life became inundated with everything Spencer Atreus.
The man was stunning. The fact he was also a straight cis movie star with people always wanting something from him or craving the man himself never went to his head, and I refused to be a sycophant.
Regardless of the images flashing behind my eyelids of the man with a gorgeous smile and beautifully sculpted body and what he could do to me in that bed, I locked all the fantasies down in the private recesses of my mind and drifted off as blackness descended.
A familiar, yet distant ring jolted me out of bed. I tried to blink the sleep from my eyes, but the gritty, dry discomfort meant I’d left my contacts in when I’d dropped off into slumber. Ignoring the irritation blinking caused and concentrating on the insistent sound, I scrambled toward it and on the fourth ring, I answered with a short, “What?”
All the years of daily reminders I’d given, lecturing at him about how much I hated being called by my last name, Spencer refused to call me anything else. But at that moment, I shoved back my irritation as the urgency in his voice caught me off guard and worst-case scenarios ran through my head.
“What’s wrong? Do you need me to pick you up?”
There was a shuffling, as though the phone was being wrestled away, and then another voice came on the line. One I avoided at all costs.
“Hey, sexy? Someone threw a punch, and it struck—”
“Where are you?” I demanded in a low growl.
I whipped around and strode toward the bathroom, holding the phone against my ear with my shoulder, and washed my hands. After I cleaned my fingers, leaving them wet, I yanked the dried contacts from around my corneas and sighed in relief. I added eye drops to clear up the redness and irritation. In a rush, I cleaned my glasses before I pulled on some jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. It was March in California and the nights could get cold.
He was still rambling about something that had nothing to do with the current location of one Spencer Atreus, so I barked, “Where?”
“At the house, but you—”
Not proud of my actions, I hung up on Spencer’s friend and constant flirt, Mason Dawes, and stuck my feet in sneakers before I snagged my keys and wallet, locked up, and started up toward the main house.
It wasn’t as though I didn’t like Mason. I hadn’t allowed myself to get to know him because something about the man felt… off, and so I avoided him. He was never serious about anything, aside from maybe his career, and I refused to tolerate his attempts at chatting me up. Although it’d never come up during my employment with Spencer, Mason spotted me at Bayou, a West Hollywood gay bar early in my employment. That night, I tried finding another man who’d allow me to get over the stupid fascination I had with Spencer, but it was one of several nights of turning down offer after offer before I understood I’d have to live without. There was no substitute for Spencer in my eyes. And as far as I knew, Mason hadn’t yet told his friend.
About the Author
Valerie resides in Denver, Colorado with her husband. While she had been interested in writing a romance novel for years, it wasn’t until she wrote her first book that she really became hooked, and now she can’t stop. She has notebooks full of ideas, and she plans to write most of them in the years to come.
When she’s not writing or learning about the craft of writing, she can be found surfing the internet way too much, watching Investigation Discovery and thinking that her neighbors are up to no good, and finding new ways to get her husband to laugh.
Luca Bassani enjoyed a quiet, ordinary life. As an IT guru, most of his time was spent engrossed in technology and away from people. Now all that’s changed. As the one man who is a compatible donor, he’s suddenly essential to keeping his alpha healthy and preventing him from succumbing to The Slow Death. But serving his alpha, Zander Kingston, is something Luca is proud to do.
Diesel Jones is an enforcer. Following in his father’s footsteps, he has big boots to fill. But he’s focused and dedicated to the East Territory pack and avoids anything that distracts him from his duty. His dedication, together with his brawn and brains, ensure his reputation as being the best at his job.
When a possible threat on Alpha Zander Kingston’s life is uncovered, tensions rise within the pack. Security is increased and Diesel is assigned as the personal bodyguard for Luca. They find themselves paired against the enemy while battling their growing attraction.
Diesel must keep Luca safe and ensure his alpha’s life by doing so. But pack rivalry is strong and when threats become actions, suddenly Diesel is in the race of his life to ensure the future of the pack and to save the person who has come to mean everything to him.
The Final Salvation is part of the Four Packs Trilogy. While it can be read as a standalone, to ensure maximum enjoyment, it is best read in series order.
“Alpha, we came as soon as we got your message. We’re here to accompany to you to the North Territory as soon as you’re ready.” The one that spoke was the head enforcer, a big man with grey hair that somehow made him seem less intimidating—until he turned his eyes on Luca. They were not the warm, friendly eyes of someone’s grandfather, but the cold emotionless glare of a serious enforcer.
“Luca and my mate will also be joining us. I want one of you on each of them,” Zander directed.
The head enforcer bristled but bowed his head in respect. “Of course, Alpha. I suggest we take two vehicles. That way it won’t be quite so obvious that we’re all traveling together. The less conspicuous the better.”
One of the enforcers was familiar to Luca, but he couldn’t place where he knew him from. He was younger than the others, but in height and bulk he was bigger than them. He scanned the room while Zander spoke more in depth to the older enforcer, as Marrok watched on. He had yet to start the transfusion, and Luca wondered if they’d still be doing a treatment. When Luca’s and the enforcer’s eyes locked on each other, the strange feeling Luca had earlier intensified. The enforcer’s eyes widened in shock, but just as suddenly as it had happened, he looked away. Luca narrowed his eyes as he focused on the enforcer. His hair was cut short, and his eyes were both intelligent and vigilant. He seemed to see everything and analyze it as either a threat or a minor annoyance. He was all muscle, and it was no small feat that his shirt didn’t explode from all it contained.
Luca laughed at his thoughts, making everyone look. A blush crept up from his neck to his cheeks. “Sorry, I was just remembering something funny I saw on television,” he mumbled.
About the Authors
BL Maxwell grew up in a small town listening to her grandfather spin tales about his childhood. Later she became an avid reader and after a certain vampire series she became obsessed with fanfiction. She soon discovered Slash fanfiction and later discovered the MM genre and was hooked.
Nic Starr lives in Australia where she tries to squeeze as much into her busy life as possible. Balancing the demands of a corporate career with raising a family and writing can be challenging but she wouldn’t give it up for the world.
Always a reader, the lure of m/m romance was strong and she devoured hundreds of wonderful m/m romance books before eventually realising she had some stories of her own that needed to be told!
When not writing or reading, she loves to spend time with her family–an understanding husband and two beautiful daughters–and is often found indulging in her love of cooking and planning her dream home in the country.
You can find Nic on Facebook, Twitter and her blog. She’d love it if you stopped by to say hi.
Stefan’s unique skills make him perfect for me, but can they lead to a lasting relationship?
A sleeping disorder means I keep odd hours. During a late-night conversation, Stefan and I discover we’ve got more in common than we thought: a love of chess, family members who have cast us aside, and a mutual attraction.
For the first time in my life, I’m with someone who sees me. I know I could help Stefan let go of the emotional hurt he’s kept trapped inside for years. At the same time, I need him to empower me through pain.
Stefan is used to being strong for everyone. Will he let me in so I can help him navigate a long-awaited reunion, or will he keep his hurt locked inside?
Keep Me On Edge is an mm romance with housemates who become lovers, edging, pain-play, opinionated housemates, absent family members, and dates as eccentric as Stefan’s clothing. It’s the fourth book in the My Kinky Housemate Series, and while it can be enjoyed as a standalone, it’s better to read it as part of the series.
Trigger warnings: mentions of alcoholism and drug use by minor characters, absent parents, and the loss of a parent in the past.
I curse as I step into a deep puddle. Water splashes up my leg. Walking in a park in the dark after heavy rain is a bad idea. I look around as Quinn tugs me to a halt. He lets go of my hand and picks up a sturdy twig from the path’s edge. I realise we’re standing next to a patch of mud beneath the branches of an oak tree. It explains why there’s no grass. Quinn crouches and uses the twig to make marks in the mud. I watch, captivated, as a picture takes shape before my eyes. The moonlight illuminates the peaks and troughs Quinn is creating in the mud. When he eventually stands and steps back, I forget how to breathe.
It’s a simple drawing yet unmistakably of me.
He grins. “When life gives you mud, create art.”
I pull my phone out of my pocket and take two photos, with and without flash. Neither truly conveys how beautiful the drawing is. The one without the flash is too dark to see the entire picture. The one with the flash flattens the mud out and adds streaks of light.
Quinn looks over my shoulder as I flick between the two photos, satisfied with neither.
“It’s supposed to be transient,” he says quietly. “Not everything can be captured. You have to appreciate some things in the moment and then let go.” He nudges my elbow. “Like sex.”
About the Author
Colette’s personal love story began at university, where she met her future husband. An evening of flirting, in the shadow of Lancaster castle, eventually led to a fairytale wedding. She’s enjoying her own ‘happy ever after’ in the north of England with her husband, two beautiful children and her writing.
Authors and Publishers: Aurora Crane and Briar Kearney
Cover Artist: Cormar Covers
Release Date: September 1, 2022
Genre: Dark Contemporary MMM Romance
Tropes: Forbidden love, polyamory romance (MMM), established couple
Themes: Good men doing bad things, brutal side of justice, love and duty
Heat Rating: 4 flames
Length: 98 000 words
It is a standalone story for now as it is part of a collaboration with several other authors called “Virtuous Sinners.” It will become part of a trilogy to be released next year once the collection has ended in three months.
A federal prosecutor with a three-digit body count, his clever and adoring husband, and the FBI Special Agent who got too close.
A federal prosecutor with a three-digit body count, his clever and adoring husband, and the FBI Special Agent who got too close.
Led by Lady Justice, Justin Reynolds spills the blood of the unworthy with his husband Ace at his side. Together, they’re a well-honed symbiote with the potential to bring the world to its knees. Neither of them are prepared for the man who brings them to theirs.
FBI Agent Maddox Doherty has dedicated himself to getting the job done, sacrificing everything else, especially his personal life. Sent to investigate a string of murders, he’s prepared for anything… except the sparks that fly between him and the married couple.
An undeniable chemistry draws Maddox deeper into Justin and Ace’s web, and soon he finds himself losing sight of the line he’s built his life and career around. But how far is too far and what happens when the darkness swallows him whole?
Day of Judgment is an 80, 000-word dark MMM romance featuring morally grey characters and violence. It also includes voyeurism, wax play, edging, bondage and mild BDSM themes. Reader’s discretion is advised.
Virtuous Sinners is a collection of gay romance stories that center on killers who are guided by a virtuous code. These dark novels are connected only by theme and can be read standalone.
The killer’s virtue in Day of Judgment: Justice
“He’s beautiful,” Ace murmured.
“He is,” Justin agreed. He gave Ace’s thumb one last lick before releasing him. Ace’s small smile as he picked his pastry up again made light swell in Justin’s heart. He would never be able to express how much he adored his husband, how much of the world he would be willing to burn down to keep him safe. Justin would move heaven and earth to keep that smile with him even if it cost the world.
“Imagine him on our sheets,” Ace said, leaning forward, his eyes deep and bright in the sunlight. “With ropes around his wrists. With wax across his chest, across his back, on his ass. Eyes closed, head back, mouth open.”
Justin shifted in his seat, his body responding to Ace’s sensual words. He rarely cared about who Ace chose to join them. They were there to get him off, a tool for Ace to use to give Justin the release, the peace he sought. They never took them into their private bedroom, never let them into their inner sanctum. This was the first time Ace had ever even mentioned it. Most surprising of all, Justin could see it. If he closed his eyes, he could almost smell it.
“He watched and he wanted, Justin. It wouldn’t take much.” Ace’s voice got lower. “A simple invitation even.”
Justin shifted his gaze, finding Maddox watching them from the passenger seat of the car. He sipped his latte, maintaining eye contact. Maddox didn’t blink, didn’t look away. Ace was right. He would be glorious to play with, be absolutely magnificent spread out on their sheets with his dark hair against the white and those amber eyes lined with thick lashes.
Too bad he was a Fed. Justin was surprised by the pang of regret that vibrated in his chest. They could have had fun. “You know we can’t.”
Ace let out an annoyed breath. “Yeah. Should we go somewhere else, or are you done for the day?” he asked, tilting his head just a fraction, some of his hair falling into his face.
Justin licked his bottom lip, watching Maddox track it. He wished he were closer so he could see the way it changed the color of his eyes, see that amber melt with lust.
“I’m done,” he said to Ace. They’d toyed with the agents enough for one day. Tomorrow was a new day, with new possibilities. Ethan and Kit were still scouring names and records and information. Until they had some concrete targets for him—which he hoped was soon—he had nothing but time on his hands. And he intended to stick close to Ace. He dared anyone to try and get to him while Justin was with him. He would relish it, would enjoy removing them from the land of the living.
Ace stood and pulled his jacket from the back of his chair, draping it over his arm. “Well?”
Justin took his time rising from his own seat. “Fix my tie.”
“Your tie is fine,” Ace said, a smile playing on his lips.
“Is it? Are you sure?”
Ace laughed as he moved forward, taking hold of the perfectly done accessory. He flicked the clip that stopped the tie from moving and then ran his fingers down the silky material. There were multiple layers between those fingers and Justin’s skin, and he still responded like they were naked. His body knew what they felt like over every inch of him, and his response was pure instinct, anticipation of more, of the highest level of pleasure. It knew what came next.
Justin splayed his hand across Ace’s jaw, lifted his chin with a thumb. He looked straight at Maddox as he leaned down and pressed his lips against Ace’s. Ace opened beneath him with a moan, and Justin tightened his grip as he explored the sweet nectar within.